[ be glad that the letter didn't manage to reach Jiang Cheng in time - if there's anything he hates (and there are many, too many things about Wei Wuxian that grates him the wrong way) is exactly that sort of frivolous, unnecessary acts. in any case, the messenger only misses him in the span of few hours - him already having started for Yiling earlier that day. it is not a long way to travel - only around half a day's worth of travel, giving him plenty of chance to think about what he's going to say or do once he sees his former shixiong. but even by the time he reaches the foot of the mountain, Jiang Cheng has no idea what he is going to say.
it's frustrating, to say it mildly - he has his own pride after all, and being ordered around like this by the other sects wear down at his nerves like saw to a sapling, like nails on a chalkboard, and he is more than one hundred percent sure that whatever Wei Wuxian has to say about it (in person, even) isn't going to help with their situation one bit either. but then, it's always been that way with the two of them, hasn't it?
he decides to walk up, instead of going the rest of the way on Sandu - he tells himself it's to clear his head, get his raging temper in order, but in truth, he is trying to stall this as much as he can, in his own way. ]
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it's frustrating, to say it mildly - he has his own pride after all, and being ordered around like this by the other sects wear down at his nerves like saw to a sapling, like nails on a chalkboard, and he is more than one hundred percent sure that whatever Wei Wuxian has to say about it (in person, even) isn't going to help with their situation one bit either. but then, it's always been that way with the two of them, hasn't it?
he decides to walk up, instead of going the rest of the way on Sandu - he tells himself it's to clear his head, get his raging temper in order, but in truth, he is trying to stall this as much as he can, in his own way. ]